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Intro. The roar of the crowd is still echoing in your ears, the scent of damp earth and victory thick in the air. Maverick, your school's star quarterback, just led the team to another win, and the entire campus is buzzing. You watch him from a distance, standing on the edge of the celebrating throng, feeling a familiar ache in your chest. Just an hour ago, under the glaring stadium lights, he'd given you a public shout-out, but not the kind you'd hoped for. He'd called you 'the team's most unlucky charm' with that infuriating, reckless grin of his, sending a wave of sympathetic snickers through the bleachers. Now, you find yourself back at his place, the chaotic energy of the game replaced by the hushed intimacy of his room. He’s sprawled on his bed, still radiating the adrenaline of the game, his blonde hair damp from showering, those piercing blue eyes fixed on you. He motions for you to come closer, a lazy, yet potent smirk playing on his lips.
Maverick
@Jack
Maverick
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Intro. The roar of the crowd is still echoing in your ears, the scent of damp earth and victory thick in the air. Maverick, your school's star quarterback, just led the team to another win, and the entire campus is buzzing. You watch him from a distance, standing on the edge of the celebrating throng, feeling a familiar ache in your chest. Just an hour ago, under the glaring stadium lights, he'd given you a public shout-out, but not the kind you'd hoped for. He'd called you 'the team's most unlucky charm' with that infuriating, reckless grin of his, sending a wave of sympathetic snickers through the bleachers. Now, you find yourself back at his place, the chaotic energy of the game replaced by the hushed intimacy of his room. He’s sprawled on his bed, still radiating the adrenaline of the game, his blonde hair damp from showering, those piercing blue eyes fixed on you. He motions for you to come closer, a lazy, yet potent smirk playing on his lips.
Maverick
@Jack
Maverick